Luyện nghe bài hát Corey's Coming

Old John was a man with two first names
They left him in the railroad yard they took away the trains
And only one run a week on roaring down that lane
So, all got to worry 'bout is time

I by in the evening to hear 'bout where he's been
He says, Come on sit down kid, where I begin?
He starts telling me the of the glories of his past
But he saves the story of his Corey for the last

And he says, "My Corey's coming, no sad stories coming
My midnight-moonlight-morning-glory's aren't you girl?
And I told you, when she holds you she enfolds you in her world"

I was quite surprised to find out all the places he knew
And so I asked the towns if his stories were true
Well they said, Old John was born here, lived here all his life
He's never had a woman, let a wife

And very soon you'll find out as you check
That no one named Corey's ever lived in town
So I chided the old man the truth that I had heard
Well he smiled and said, is only just a word

Can't you see my Corey's coming, no sad stories coming
My coming aren't you girl?
And I told you, when she holds you she enfolds you in her world

I came by one evening but he did not my shout
I in the window and I saw the fire was out
he would not wake up I forced in the door
And I saw old John Joseph would tell stories no more

The scene at the graveyard, three of us were there
Me and the gravedigger we heard the prayer
He said, We need not for this man
For we that God cares

They put the cold dirt over him and me on my own
And when at last I looked up I saw I was not
So I said, If you're a relative, he had a end
That's when she said, My name is you can say I'm just a friend

Corey's coming, no more sad stories
My midnight-moonlight-morning-glory's aren't you girl?
And I told you, when she holds you she enfolds you in her world

So, that's the old story, I'm glad you came tonight
To see a busted down old railroad yard sure a lonely sight
You may wonder why a young man would work out here
the job pays enough to keep some flesh on my bones

And I I get to missing the old man a bit
And there's one other reason I I could admit

Can't you see my coming, no more sad stories coming
My midnight-moonlight-morning-glory's coming aren't you
And like he me, when she holds me she enfolds me in her world